Hands: a reminder from Jewel

If I could tell the world just one thing

It would be that we're all okay

Not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful

And useless in times like these

Our hands are small nice weapons

Of conscience if they're not idle with despair

We gather ourselves around our faithful light

As the darkness most feared

Our hands are small, I know

But they're not yours, they are our own

But they're not yours, they are my own

And we shall go unbroken

Some things are subject

to a higher law

You do not own us you who never saw

You won't use my hands to fight your wars

To close your eyes, to cripple your doors

'Cause getting by isn't getting enough

And neither is welfare or thankless jobs

Because where there is a man

who has no voice

There our shackles sing

Our hands are small, I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

But they're not yours, they are our own

And we shall go unbroken

In the end, only kindness matters

In the end, only kindness matters

Some things cannot be broken

Some things can't be undone

You cannot ever take away

What has already been won

Our hands are small, I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

But they're not yours, they are our own

And we shall go unbroken

We shall go unbroken

...

Thank you, Jewel. 

I am a person

 It was an event for American Christians to raise awareness about other cultures. When my friend arrived wearing a burka I introduced her to the group and invited her to share a few words.

...

Hello.

I am a foreigner living in America. I have lived here for four years.

I’m a wife and a mother-to-be. I work very hard to help support my family.  

I am religious.  My beliefs are a very important part of my life.  I try to serve my God but it is not easy.

Sometimes it is hard to live in America. At times people don’t understand me. Often people avoid me and don’t want to get to know me. I think that maybe they are afraid…

But what they don’t understand is that I am a person.